piling up
green envelopes
with a thousand yesterdays
in harsh gray tones
you pushed the boundary
of the line between shop/work
left stacks toppling
a workaround janitorial remedy
but it all goes in the same bag
at the end of the day

my shoes are a mess
my socks are fighting with
my extension cord
in a pileup of bags of
random light year junk
and breakfast steps
late night chicken cheese dreams
and grapefruit makes my meds
*more* efficacious
my sinew hand
and turkey thanksgiving *likes*
Carl Jung said it best
in all those *white* books

if you called
i would answer
but no one calls anymore on land lines
my brain blew up
must be the Israelis, right?
who does that?

climate change
namaste
         stepped on coke
but you peed on your foot
and your stomach hurts AND
you cant get to sleep
but you do know where the end of the comforter is

gray day
of mourning do
the fresh
the reach
the anon
n\book publisher
broken or at least breaking
with so much to look for
and so little time

We used to eat margarine
on our toast, baked potatoes, rice, anything
you would normally put butter on
It was supposed to be good for you
less FAT
came in sticks wrapped in brassy colored foil
It got so butter didn't taste good
I wanted margarine
now the FDA says partially hydrogenated fats
are NO GOOD FOR YOU
after what, a hundred years they figure this out?
FUCKERS
haha
science is always right until they
find something else
My mom has a giant tub of this weird white oily stuff
in the cabinet - no refrigeration...that should be the first sign you shouldn't eat it
CRISCO
keeps stuff crispy
like your arteries
and cookies
giant tub of white stuff
like frosting
 DARK MATTER
we'll find it!
GMO wheat
WE OWN IT
screw the people
we want to own
all the food
TRUST US
ITS SCIENCE
OOPS
WE'LL FIX IT

Unicorn was bored and sick. He felt miserable. After he had breakfast at the Blue Jay Cafe he found a spot on a stoop and smoked his pipe. A troll came by which was unusual as Unicorn had not seen a troll since his Billy Goat Gruff days.
"I challenge you to a game of fingers." said the troll.
"I can not play this game as I do not have the necessary appendages."
He shook a hoof at the troll.
"How do you smoke that pipe then?" asked the troll.
 "I smoke it with my mouth." replied Unicorn.
The answer seemed to not satisfy the troll who gave a mild harumph.
"Sing a song then." said Unicorn.
The troll gave a sly grin and began a song.
"On the morrow steed of flintlock grey
a man of leisure rides,
a man of leisure rides,
On the morrow steed of flintlock grey
a man of leisure rides,
a man of leisure rides.
His wife is an Albanian
and lies about her age.
His wife is an Albanian
and lies about her age.
With sun and dew and sprinkled
light the two of them caught sail and flew
across the street to the liquor store. 'twas there
they bought a pint of Old Jack Barrel
and went to to drink it in the park,
and went to drink it in the park."
He finished the song with a little dance his arms outstretched.
Unicorn puffed on his pipe.
 "Good song. I'll buy the first bottle. No rides!" 
But the troll was gone.

Lyrics

That bastard lies
he twinkles and tries
DO NOT TRY
as the ponies run down
and a lonely egg fries

sad old lonely egg eh?

try again....

reaching for the gold ring
can you see it
it s on your forehead
its a sunburn

you fell asleep on the grass
you got poked andpimpled and harrassed


I gave up having friends
it wasn't worth it
-
on the lighter side lets go have a drink
ah fuggit